Crazy Head

i have secrets
they're killing me,
burning my conscience
every day.

i don't know
what they're doing there
why have secrets?

i'm tired
of the rollercoast ride
of hiding things from my friends

what if this razor
can make all the secrets
go away
in a puddle of blood.

what am i doing?
i'm too good for this.
stop it.

i can't. these thoughts
are twirling
and twirling
in my head.

no more wondering
if i'm better or not.
or feel the pain
that someone else is feeling.

i'm hysterical.
delirious.
crazy.

stop it.
i'm talking to myself.
can't you hear me?

i don't want to hear it.
you're going crazy.

i think i am.
you are crazy.

stop it. stop talking to me.
i don't want to hear you.

but-
no, stop it.

i'm happy.

you're-
i'm happy.

see, smiling.

not-
yes, i am.

i am you.
no-

yes.
no.

crazy.
i'm not listening.

who's talking?
i don't know.

it's you.
and me
and you.

there's three of us here.

ha. that's funny.
you're crazy.
i'm not.
she is.
you are.

we are.

what are you guys talking about?

stop talking now. all three of you.
i need to sleep.
and listen to my secrets.